Stephanie Rearick Ferris Wheel
We wereriding on a ferris wheel
getting stranded in the sun
making up a fancy poem
You were leaving soon
and we had all the time in the world
making futures in the woods
sleeping by the highway-side
drawing phanties and their toothaloops
We were growing up
and we lived all the life in the world
We're not alone
All around there are living things
And you were a butterfly
and you were a sailing ship
and a pink-haired silk-skinned wunderkind
We had very small pages
and we wrote the best book in the world
We're not alone
All around there are living things
